Sunday, April 16, 2006

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

These words are written
for a yong man, one
Fernando Magana, whom
I never met. Eighteen
years old, the high school
student of our friend, Mary,
who was leaving on this day,
Easter Sunday, for his funeral.
Of Fernando I know only
that he died this past week
of a bullet on the front porch
of his home, returning
from the mall. Perhaps there
he had said something
or done something in breach
of the arcane laws of gangbangers:
it seems a carload of them chose
to follow him home and put
a bullet in him for his offense.
We saw the picture of a sweet-
looking young man with shaven
head and sad, sleepy eyes, and
grieved with our friend Mary,
who had nutured him, despite
his learning disability, through
high school years. His was a life
too brief, and brutally cut short
by the kind of senseless act
of violence that young males
of our human species all too often
resort to in their terrible
confusion as to who they are
and what the purpose of their life
might be. I pity Fernando
and his family. I pity
those young men who learn nothing
but territory, and wounded vanity,
and rage, and vengeance. I pity
all of us, who raise them
in our midst, through ignorance
and neglect, and through our
inability to care for those
who need it most. No war hero,
he, Fernando, died no less in war.
I confess I do not myself believe
in resurrection, and cannot
visualize a heaven, as the Catholics
do. I do, though, wish one
for Fernando.

5 comments:

dennis said...

Peter, Enjoyed your last two logs. It's nice to hear something other than Bush, Bush, Bush. I will be so glad when that jerk is gone. There is so much in the world that needs our attention besides mister center of attention.

PeterAtLarge said...

No argument from me there, Dennis. Cheers, PaL

Anonymous said...

Peter, thank you for the beautiful tribute to Fernando (Fernie, as I called him)!! You put into words the feelings that are evoked when one is touched with hate and viciousness such as this.If only some of these young gangbangers could have heard his mother's wailing and have seen his friends and family crying and at the burial this morning. Maybe....then they would stop. The plea this morning was that there be no REVENGE, just an end to this.

Anonymous said...

hello peter. i was a very close frniend of Fernies.i just wanted to let you know that please get your stoy straight beacuse you have it all wrong. and it's is offending a few of us. Fernie was NOT gang related, he was not followed by a car. and he was not at the mall that night.

Anonymous said...

im still missing you carnalito rest in paradise..